Stuck in the ground
Shopping for the support, nothing can be found
The mind floats around
Crashing back and forth, never really stopping
Turn around and try to face yourself
You may think it looks like someone else
Look from the outside, they don't heal
I'm passing through, shaking hands
Eyeless, shit-faced, they're not real
Mud in the brain, all insane
Turn around and try to face yourself
You may think it looks like someone else
Raw display of pain
No shelter, refugee
Floaters in mud
Turn around and face yourself...
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